Doctor Strange: The Eternal Flame *DISCONTINUED*

Prologue

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

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Hello, readers! Welcome to my story/fanfiction! Just a little heads up, first person is always going to be in Stephen's perspective and third person will vary on the character I choose. Enjoy my first story on Wattpad! <3

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I gasped for air as smoke ravaged my lungs, my eyes burned and stung and watered from the thick fire surrounding my wounded body. I would've attempted to get up but I was afraid that she might attack again. Besides, I could barely see through the haze anyway. I coughed roughly, my throat raw and painful from panting. I closed my eyes and let the tears slide down my cheeks. Is this what it was like to die slowly? Like your heart was being torn from the middle of your chest against your will? If this was what it was like to die, then I more than deserved it.

"Look at the renowned Doctor Stephen Strange. Lying on the ground, broken. You're not that big of a man, now are you?" A voice echoed throughout an empty horizon. I bit my lower lip, forcing myself not to cry anymore. I should be used to this pain... This is why I never wanted to love anyone ever again. Love never did me any good, all it gave me was hurt. "What? Speechless? For once in your life, nothing snappy to say? No name calling? Pitiful."

It hurt, it hurt so bad. Not my broken arm, not the giant bloody gash on my forehead, not even how my head swirled from dehydration and relentless pounding. It was the way my very soul, my emotional heart was being squeezed again and again. Stabbed relentlessly. Not just because of the speaker's hurtful words, no, if anything those should've made me angry. It all depended on the person who said them that made them deadly. And, unfortunately, the person who said them had the most effect on me than anyone in the world.

"I'm sorry..." I wheezed out through my clenched teeth.

"What was that?" The voice in the fire snapped.

"I'm sorry," I said once more, this time with more strength as I worked my elbows to raise myself up from the ground slowly.

"You're sorry?"

"Yes," I coughed when my lungs opened up from being held in a closed position for too long. "I'm so very, very sorry."

"For what?"

"For ever getting you into this mess. I wish I had never chosen you..."

I stumbled to my feet, swinging my arms around while trying to catch my balance. The Cloak of Levitation helped me to settle down and regain my stature. Glass crunched under my feet and my shoes slipped on pebbles. In the smoky haze, I could see the figure of a female standing upon a large chunk of rubble, her fists clenched and body tense. The flash of fiery irises and pupils that formed into slits stabbed through the smoke.

I prepared myself for the worst and it came like a knife to the heart.

I could feel the anger wafting off of her. The pure hatred and hurt that my words wrought. I meant them, though. If I would never have chosen her, she would be safe, she would be fine. She would be herself. She wouldn't be destroying everything and everyone she loved.

The magical energy surged and crackled at her fury, the ground beginning to morph and shift below him. I knew what kind of damage she could do when she was angry but never when she was like this. It was a dangerous game I was playing, but I was willing to play it. If it ended this once and for all, it was worth it. The air seemed to close itself around my throat and smoke began to whirl above me like a tornado, whipping my sweat soaked hair around my face. All at once, the feeling in the air became solemn and sad, the figure stepping through the smoke-twister to reveal herself. Her eyes were the most prominent thing about her. They spoke a million words.

"I'm sorry, too." She whispered before I felt a stabbing pain in my head and everything faded down into a murky black abyss.